I still think about you and what we did together constantly by the way. I miss it. I sort of mourn the relationship we never had because we got so close to having that but … anyways. Whenever I’m reminded of that stuff we did, I always reach out to you. But I also feel bad for even thinking of that. I’m in a relationship, and have been for a while now. I shouldn’t be thinking of you in that way, but I think I’m going to look back in a few years and really wish I got to go out with you. I already do, I just worry about the midlife crisis scenario where I go crazy and hurt myself thinking about the fact that I gave up on pursuing you so early. The only thing stopping us was the distance. I think about that often. It rings in my head and I can’t make it stop. I’m sorry. I know this is all pretty stupid and you probably don’t think about me at all anymore. But I want you to know, when I reach out to you, it’s because I was thinking of you. You are a really amazing person – thank you for talking to me seriously when nobody else would. I know you’ll make someone very happy someday. It just felt like we were broken in such a way that we made for a perfect match. Maybe I’m projecting. I don’t know. Anyways, I’ll see you later, F.